Mutant_Lorenor
04-04-09, 02:41 AM
(Note: I am keeping this simple and making it a street-fight.)
Thursday, March 6th
C.P. 1826
8:00 P.M. Standard Althanas Time
Nobody was sure what exactly started the brawl. But somewhere on 300 Champagne Street, it had begun. Originating in a tavern called The King's Crown, the brawl soon escalated into a massive riot. Guards were called in, members of the Knights of Dawn, to attempt to control the riot. They were simply pulled into the chaos as well. Some one hundred men were constantly fighting themselves, fueled by the hatred of the Civil War. The economy was in a rut, people were getting laid off from their jobs, and monsters were running rampant.
Many believed that the end of the world was coming. If that were true or not, was a matter left to the eye of the beholder. Spawning from the center of The King's Crown, the brawl spilled out into the streets. Individuals from several different races were caught in the melee. Elves threw their spell songs into the fray, and launched arrows from a distance. Several were killed in a matter of moments. Beastly warriors from the races of the human factions and dwarven factions were busily hacking away with their bladed weapons or blunt ones. They used whatever they had at their disposal.
Utilizing pure wrestling moves, several individuals brought larger men crashing through oak tables of various make. The sounds of the crash resonated throughout the tavern. People cried for the guards to show up but they were soon caught in the brawl for snitching attempts. Bottles were broken and used as impromptu weapons. With native Althanians acting crazy, somebody grabbed a wooden chair and smashed it across another person's head. The other man fell to the ground.
All the while, a certain individual sat in a corner booth observing the melee without revealing his intentions. Several waitresses avoided the conflict and served this stranger his drinks. He saw in the booth whilst he waited for his order. He was one of the few who hadn't joined in the chaos. It would provide the stranger with the perfect cover to do what he was going to do next. Drinks were sent to the man's booth. The stranger calmly took a long sip of his goblet whilst he waited. He was reading from a book that was spread out on the table he sat at. To an onlooker, the book's passages would appear as nothing more than gibberish. In fact, the pages would appear blank to most people who did not know what to see with their eyes open.
People fought nearby to the stranger's position. He simply continued to read his book and enjoy his drink.
A storm was coming...
Thursday, March 6th
C.P. 1826
8:00 P.M. Standard Althanas Time
Nobody was sure what exactly started the brawl. But somewhere on 300 Champagne Street, it had begun. Originating in a tavern called The King's Crown, the brawl soon escalated into a massive riot. Guards were called in, members of the Knights of Dawn, to attempt to control the riot. They were simply pulled into the chaos as well. Some one hundred men were constantly fighting themselves, fueled by the hatred of the Civil War. The economy was in a rut, people were getting laid off from their jobs, and monsters were running rampant.
Many believed that the end of the world was coming. If that were true or not, was a matter left to the eye of the beholder. Spawning from the center of The King's Crown, the brawl spilled out into the streets. Individuals from several different races were caught in the melee. Elves threw their spell songs into the fray, and launched arrows from a distance. Several were killed in a matter of moments. Beastly warriors from the races of the human factions and dwarven factions were busily hacking away with their bladed weapons or blunt ones. They used whatever they had at their disposal.
Utilizing pure wrestling moves, several individuals brought larger men crashing through oak tables of various make. The sounds of the crash resonated throughout the tavern. People cried for the guards to show up but they were soon caught in the brawl for snitching attempts. Bottles were broken and used as impromptu weapons. With native Althanians acting crazy, somebody grabbed a wooden chair and smashed it across another person's head. The other man fell to the ground.
All the while, a certain individual sat in a corner booth observing the melee without revealing his intentions. Several waitresses avoided the conflict and served this stranger his drinks. He saw in the booth whilst he waited for his order. He was one of the few who hadn't joined in the chaos. It would provide the stranger with the perfect cover to do what he was going to do next. Drinks were sent to the man's booth. The stranger calmly took a long sip of his goblet whilst he waited. He was reading from a book that was spread out on the table he sat at. To an onlooker, the book's passages would appear as nothing more than gibberish. In fact, the pages would appear blank to most people who did not know what to see with their eyes open.
People fought nearby to the stranger's position. He simply continued to read his book and enjoy his drink.
A storm was coming...